Kraznaya
Princeps
Iggy, I'm unfamiliar with your moderation style so do you generally set a due date for orders or do you just cut people off when a certain threshold has been met?
LINESII- Into the Darkness- Part III
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Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
I'm going to mention in thread that I believe the military recruitment costs should be modified, to take into account increasing populations and the differing costs of cavalry and infantry.
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
OOC: I'll also like to mention that nations with larger populations should also have additional positive modifiers for recruiting military troops 
Kraznaya
Princeps
OOC: I'll also like to mention that nations with larger populations should also have additional positive modifiers for recruiting military troops
Maybe in raising levies, but I think the lesser cost in ratio is already reflected for professional troops.
germanicus12
First Citizen of Rome
Wait... what, orders are already due? Damn I missed that post. 
Well seen that it is probably already too late I will just wait until next time.
Well seen that it is probably already too late I will just wait until next time.
human-slaughter
brand new year
Wait... what, orders are already due? Damn I missed that post.
Well seen that it is probably already too late I will just wait until next time.
He said he wanted them end of may/beginning of June. Since it is barely June 1st I think you will be fine if you get your orders in today.
germanicus12
First Citizen of Rome
Ok, thanks, I sent them so it is his to turn down or accept now.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Iggy, I know the whole Russian Roulette orders thing is fun, but in the future some concrete deadlines would be nice. 
Any response on the military? I'm finishing orders but I'd like some input there.
Any response on the military? I'm finishing orders but I'd like some input there.
I'll be adjusting military numbers numbers after this update. My plan is something like this:
1 EP will purchase:
10 Elite Cavalry/Ramids/Siege Weapons (Such as Bajo-Oni or Ballistae)
100 Heavy Cavalry (Such as Knights of the Republic or Ma Bing (or is that Ma Gun, I can't remember which is which))
500 Light Cavalry (Such as Bigjaur Riders or Horse Archers)
1000 Heavy/Elite/Special Infantry (Such as Swordsmen of Divine Enlightenment or Yu-Yan Archers)
2000 Standard Infantry (Such as Crossbowmen or Scimitari)
However, this is for later, so don't worry about any weird number changes just yet.
1 EP will purchase:
10 Elite Cavalry/Ramids/Siege Weapons (Such as Bajo-Oni or Ballistae)
100 Heavy Cavalry (Such as Knights of the Republic or Ma Bing (or is that Ma Gun, I can't remember which is which))
500 Light Cavalry (Such as Bigjaur Riders or Horse Archers)
1000 Heavy/Elite/Special Infantry (Such as Swordsmen of Divine Enlightenment or Yu-Yan Archers)
2000 Standard Infantry (Such as Crossbowmen or Scimitari)
However, this is for later, so don't worry about any weird number changes just yet.
Kozmos
Jew Detective
What about the price of gunpowder troops and equipment?
Kraznaya
Princeps
As much as I hate to say it I don't think I can get orders in before Friday / Thursday night in North America. If you can delay writing my region, thanks. If not, Thlayli can write a few general directives at worst case scenario
That's alright Kraznaya, I'll try to write about other regions until non-senders get their orders in.
Green Indicates that the player has sent orders. As a note, please put your nation's name and the word 'orders' into your orders- it's hard manually checking 80 PMs called 'LINESII'.
Confirmations:
Achostai: ~Darkening~
Aryie: Lightfang
Bajo-Oni: Kentharu
Croyodon: The Farow
Dengarai: Shadowbound
Destre: a_propagandist
Ecturin: Ninja Dude
Priory of Envia: human-slaughter
Fairhelt: germanicus12
Gamorrea: Abaddon
Gerougia: Matt0088
Guangfei: alex994
Barony of the Hugions: Massive Attack
Iron Face Republic: Contempt
Kelios: North King
Magland: Luckymoose
Myocaca: Milarqui
Neaveritas: Thlayli
Nurmafer: tuxedohamm
Imperial Republic of Paleaveritas: Kraznaya
Rajkutra: Chandrasekhar
Rozan: Nylan
Zamdar: emu
Zuoharra: foolish icarus
Expressed Interest:
Ekolite
Fulton
lord_joakim
TerrisH
Vertinari
For those interested in joining, the remaining NPCs in reverse alphabetical order are Yashala, Trinlin, Tishan, Tir Tairngire, Syracia, Otaria, Norvalin, Kehexou, Kalmar, Guarela, the Kingdom of Gorin, Fwiglo, and Chancosanx.
Also, the word limit on my orders is a guideline that I don't really apply anymore- it's just an expression of my preference of short orders, with detail brought out in stories. Also, Lucky, do you want to play as the Kingdom of Gorin or Magland? Your latest posts suggest Magland, so I'll put the Kingdom of Gorin back as an NPC. You're free to change your mind, but please, send orders for one of them.
Green Indicates that the player has sent orders. As a note, please put your nation's name and the word 'orders' into your orders- it's hard manually checking 80 PMs called 'LINESII'.
Confirmations:
Achostai: ~Darkening~
Aryie: Lightfang
Bajo-Oni: Kentharu
Croyodon: The Farow
Dengarai: Shadowbound
Destre: a_propagandist
Ecturin: Ninja Dude
Priory of Envia: human-slaughter
Fairhelt: germanicus12
Gamorrea: Abaddon
Gerougia: Matt0088
Guangfei: alex994
Barony of the Hugions: Massive Attack
Iron Face Republic: Contempt
Kelios: North King
Magland: Luckymoose
Myocaca: Milarqui
Neaveritas: Thlayli
Nurmafer: tuxedohamm
Imperial Republic of Paleaveritas: Kraznaya
Rajkutra: Chandrasekhar
Rozan: Nylan
Zamdar: emu
Zuoharra: foolish icarus
Expressed Interest:
Ekolite
Fulton
lord_joakim
TerrisH
Vertinari
For those interested in joining, the remaining NPCs in reverse alphabetical order are Yashala, Trinlin, Tishan, Tir Tairngire, Syracia, Otaria, Norvalin, Kehexou, Kalmar, Guarela, the Kingdom of Gorin, Fwiglo, and Chancosanx.
Also, the word limit on my orders is a guideline that I don't really apply anymore- it's just an expression of my preference of short orders, with detail brought out in stories. Also, Lucky, do you want to play as the Kingdom of Gorin or Magland? Your latest posts suggest Magland, so I'll put the Kingdom of Gorin back as an NPC. You're free to change your mind, but please, send orders for one of them.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Almost done Iggy! Orders will be in shortly.
Kentharu
Zebra Commander
The First Council of the Republic of Gorin
The saddle creaked under Gudruski as he leaned forward, his eyes adjusting to the growing orbs of light in the distance. The sound of the gentle crunch of the dirt under his steeds hooves. His jaw worked on a wad of halut as he studied his surroundings, noting the guards posted outside the entrance to the cave, one of them dozing, the other picking his nose. A low growl escaped Gudruski’s throat before he leaned to the side and spit.
“I could kill these two pukes in a heart beat” He grumbled and straightened up in his saddle “disgraceful”
“Shhhh” came a soothing voice to his right “don’t kill them” it stated forcefully.
He sneered in return and clicked his tongue, setting his horse into a trot.
“Ho there” he called it, taking pleasure in the fear that registered on the two guards’ faces. They could not see him yet. He was a shadow. He was Bajo-Oni.
Slowly he entered the light, its flickers cascading across his face sending haunting shadows dancing along the hills and valleys of his skin. He saw the terror gripping them as they stood at attention, sweat forming across their brown. They saw who he was now. They knew. He dismounted slowly, never taking his eyes off of them. His finger hooked into the string of his spiked mace. He stepped in front of the guard, staring down at him.
“You are dead” he says quietly before he walks between the two, ignoring their frantic apologies. If they were attacked, they would be dead. But they would not be attacked. The Nordrassan would not attack here, where Dula watched over us.
He entered the cave, his great boots thumping along the ground. A great monotone then send vibrations creeping up his spine.
“The time is now dearest” came the voice again, silky, purring.
“Indeed sister” he replied quietly as he moved into the belly of the cave where seventeen men and one woman sat gathered around a slow burning fire. A few servants sat buried into the corners of the room, waiting to be called upon. Everyone was waiting on him.
“*Sek” he said in a dull voice, so only a few heard him. He moved to the seat waiting for him and adjusted his weapons before he sat.
“Sek” the group murmured as they watched him sit, many of them bore scowls on their faces.
“You are late Bajo-Oni” said the oldest of the group, who sat directly opposite to him, his knotted wooden staff clutched in his hand “we have much to discuss”
“I had prior engagements” he said calmly as he motioned to one of the servants, ordering water to be brought
“Now that we are all here, shall we begin?” said the old man again. Blue lines of dye ran along his dark skin in jagged patterns. The last priest of Blue-Face. “I believe the first matter should be these heathens who enslave our people, tell me Gudruski why do you not destroy them?”
Murmurs shifted through the group as eyes fell upon Gudruski. He did not flinch at the blatant attack, he knew it to be coming. “We cannot” he replied simply. A calculated response he had prepared for this very situation. He knew the Blue-Face warriors would not stand for occupation, that is why they were dead.
“How can you say such things” the old man’s voice was like a groaning mountain, so slow “shall the Gorin people lay down and be destroyed then?”
“We shall rise” Gudruski’s eyes did not leave the old man’s. “I will not talk of matters of war with a priest. These are matters for my Bajo-Oni brothers, not you”
More mutters, but this time nods, mostly from the Bajo-Oni gathered but many of the Rowanthi’Orti also seemed to agree.
“Very well” the old man bowed his head, conceding this round for now “Then to the governing of the Imperial Republic of Gorin, or what is left of it”
“That name is dead” said the only woman at the council. Nebtu she called herself, half Nkondi, half Gorin. She had forced her way into the council through sheer will and determination. Many of the Bajo-Oni respected her for it “we have no Kaiser, the false one that sits upon the throne in Gorin is not an Oborski”
“This is true, the Oborski line is the only line decendent directly from Dula and the Red Lady in their holy union. The Oborski is the only Lord Kaiser I hold my life and allegiance to. This imposter cannot claim the title of Lord God.” Interjected the unsteady voice of perhaps the youngest voice in the room entirely, Basumar Chekov, who oddly enough was the highest ranking priest in the Masra order. “perhaps a cousin of the Lord God or some such thing but… no not Dula incarnate, no no” he muttered to himself
“The Oborski line is dead and gone, and we mortals are now left without Dula to guide us directly” said Gudruski somberly “however, though Adakil is not an Oborski and therefore is not the Lord Kaiser in the true sense of the word, perhaps it would be best to, when all is… settled, for him to remain”
“He cannot lead us!” cried one of the members.
“Indeed he cannot” Gudruski searched the eyes of each person there slowly, waiting, making sure each person was ready “the Bajo-Oni shall lead”
Immediately an flurry of shouting erupted from the council, each one voicing their objects in the loudest possible manor save the Bajo-Oni who sat there and the old man, who waited patiently with closed eyes.
“Enough” the old man’s shout punctuated by a thumping of his staff “let the servant speak”
A smirk tugged on Gudruski’s lip. Long had it been since anyone had rememberd the old ways, remembered that Bajo-Oni were first and foremost servants the Lord Kaiser and the Gorin people
“Let the Bajo-Oni lead, for we have trained thus, to lead, to protect, to serve, the Gorin people and the Lord Kaiser” Gudruski rose to his feet slowly, ensuring all eyes were on him as he spoke “in the beginning, even before the founding of the city of Gorin, our ancestors had the wisdom to know that the people, the Gorin people, must be heard by any leader, in order for them to show the true way. They formed the Rowanthi’Orti to be the ears of the Lord Kaiser, so that he may hear the word of the people. They once had power to sway the Lord Kaiser, but I time, it grew that the Lord Kaiser would not listen. The words of his people did not move him. Only his desire and his will mattered. The Gorin people were not heard and this is what the cost was. Now we are slaves to these heathens, and our lands are not ours. We cannot praise Dula for his greatness without being harassed and killed by the Nordrassians, the betrayers. We shall not make the same mistake twice, nah the Rowanthi’Orti shall again be the ears of our Lord Kaiser. Indeed I mean to say that the Adakil line shall be accepted as Lord Kaiser, for though they are not the direct decendents of Dula, they still may hear the voice of our holy father in whispers. Let them keep the title of Lord Kaiser, but, no longer can they rule the Gorin people. However, as for the true leader of the Gorin people, let the Rowanthi’Orti choose who it may be, but let them choose only of the Bajo-Oni. As honored elder Hasu Merkov stated, Bajo-Oni live only to serve and protect the Lord Kaiser and the Gorin people”
Murmurs sifted through the council again as they talked amongst themselves. Gudruski waited, he could wait for an eternity, he knew the outcome of this council. He would have what he wished and he would be able to due is duty to his people.
“Very nicely done my dear” came the silky voice again, gently seeping into his ear. He could feel her arm sliding around his chest, groping. “now you must deliver the killing blow, quickly before they change their minds!”
Gudruski twitched slightly before he cleared his throat, waiting again for their eyes to fall upon him. “I propose that we vote now we can talk specifics about the government latter, as we have much to discuss aside from this” his eyes shifted from face to face, gauging them “I nominate myself as Bajo-Oni Supreme Regent”
Immediately his fellow Bajo-Oni smiled and one after the other they seconded his motion. The rest of the Rowanthi’Orti looked around at each other. Sure enough, the people he had spoken with before began to second his nomination, even the old Blue-Face nodded his vote until everyone had cast their lot. He knew that his position as commander of the victorious forces over Anabet would give him this advantage, no one would dare disagree that he was best to lead the new republic of Gorin, especially with all of the Bajo-Oni in agreement, which was a rare thing indeed. He suppressed the urge to smile. Now was not the time.
“I accept your votes and am honored and humbled” he said with a salute with his fist over his heart. The young Masra priest rose slowly and moved towards him. Now it would be inevitable.
“So it shall be, Dula has spoken to me of this in a dream my people, he speaks of a new age of Gorin. Long live Gazi Gudruski. Long Live Dula!” he shouted as he took purple dye from a pouch on his waist and then slowly drew the *Lines along Gudruski’s face.
“You please me my dearest” she whispered, her body pressing against his back. He could feel her desire but he suppressed it. Why must you do this in public, they will think me mad!. “oh but you are mad my dear brother”
*Sek- Means "peace" common greeting for Gorin people
*Lines- Markings of Masra priests that are believed to give a person god-like wisdom and powers, protecting them from Evil. This was used to mark Lord Kaiser's upon their rise to power.
human-slaughter
brand new year
OOC: I wanted to get in a really short little tidbit of what is happening before the update.
IC:
Mountain Warfare
The camp was alive with activity. Soldiers gathering wood to keep the fires alive, Pots of vegetables and roots were cooking stews to nourish the men. And from the largest tent the commanders of Envia were plotting. They had been pushed up into the mountains as the shores of Guarela filled with the soldiers of a far off land. But the Army of Envia returned to their mountain hideouts winning many major skirmishes with the enemy coalition. Now with the cold days leaving the military leaders were back at work plotting their next move preparing the troops for the campaigns ahead.
Ferak and Envia Abbey were as always abuzz with activity. With the cold frost lifting the women were working diligently in their gardens. With most of the men away it came to the women to provide for their families. At the same time the borders of Envia were naturally expanding as the followers of Lady Envia searched out new places to settle and cultivate.
IC:
Mountain Warfare
The camp was alive with activity. Soldiers gathering wood to keep the fires alive, Pots of vegetables and roots were cooking stews to nourish the men. And from the largest tent the commanders of Envia were plotting. They had been pushed up into the mountains as the shores of Guarela filled with the soldiers of a far off land. But the Army of Envia returned to their mountain hideouts winning many major skirmishes with the enemy coalition. Now with the cold days leaving the military leaders were back at work plotting their next move preparing the troops for the campaigns ahead.
Ferak and Envia Abbey were as always abuzz with activity. With the cold frost lifting the women were working diligently in their gardens. With most of the men away it came to the women to provide for their families. At the same time the borders of Envia were naturally expanding as the followers of Lady Envia searched out new places to settle and cultivate.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Novus Ordo
"The Valin people were once tolerant and wise. They have become bitter and small-minded. Let us try, once again, to trust others, and in doing so restore our future."
-Tactikrator Solios
"There can be no compromise between the Chosen and the damned."
-Tactikrator Vanadreus
Part Two:
Written in my own hand, in the first year of my reign.
I am not a King, though now I rule an ancient and mighty kingdom. I am not a follower of Andues, though I rule a people who have long worshipped Nikkal-Rae. I am neither Valin nor Khemran. To the marbled courts and gardens of Salvation and Lux I do not belong. To the domes and colonnades of Khadon I am a stranger. But a cruel fate has not made me a cruel man. For I am bound to no course but my own, and have no cause but that which is right for all peoples, foremost my own.
Anabet was a mighty man, purposeful and proud. But he was cold to his people, so distant that he never took a wife, nor bore children. If Anabet were a proud and mighty king with strong heirs, it would have been good for me and mine to serve him. But he was not a mighty king. The noble blood of Khemri he hunted and killed. Lord Kyroth pierced by lance and arrow, Lord Makradi betrayed and murdered by those he considered his loyal retainers. These are but a few of the brave, honest men killed by the Pretender.
What comes now may seem worse. I am of mixed blood and a strange faith. At least, you might say to yourselves, Anabet was born and bred Khemran. What if this new ruler is a Valin tyrant who will destroy our faith and our gods? I will admit to being a Oneist, my subjects. And I truly love the Valin and Khemran people both. See now how we are intermingled: A Khemran Emperor has come to reign in a Valin city, and a half-Valin prince has been appointed to rule a Khemran land.
Just as Erias keeps his own faith while tolerating that of the Valin peoples, I do the same. Keep your faiths and traditions, keep Nikkal-Rae if you desire. It is my earnest wish that the Light of the One come upon Khemri and allow her to embrace her destiny. But what is Nikkal-Rae if not the One, incarnated in a form pleasing for the Khemran People? The Land of the Setting Sun must have a God of Light and Power, and Nikkal-Rae is that. But I am not Nikkal-Rae, nor am I a God, nor am I a King. I am simply Khoraeus, High Prince of those who will have me.
I make this Decree of Alexandria. Henceforth the Aegyptian Rite shall be the official religion of the court and of my heirs, but the people of Khemri are free to practice whichever faith pleases them most.
May the Light of the One and Nikkal-Rae, the Archos Aegyptos as we may now call him, be mingled and enlighten Khemran and Valin, Oneist and Anduist, in the bonds of peace and friendship, as long as we exist upon this earth. Let us together make this world anew, into the Paradise out of which we have been cast.
We will come to terms with a Khemri that is only that, Khemri. Lands shall be lost and sacrifices made, but in the end, we will have peace. No Valin enemies endlessly coming from the east to destroy our lands, no more wars of religion and hatred. Only peace, unity, and the fruits of fairness and equality. A new order now forms among the world, and Khemri shall join it. Not as first among equals, but as a partner.
Khemran, Valin, and any other. We are one. We are at peace.
High Prince Khoraeus of Khemri
"The Valin people were once tolerant and wise. They have become bitter and small-minded. Let us try, once again, to trust others, and in doing so restore our future."
-Tactikrator Solios
"There can be no compromise between the Chosen and the damned."
-Tactikrator Vanadreus
Part Two:
Written in my own hand, in the first year of my reign.
I am not a King, though now I rule an ancient and mighty kingdom. I am not a follower of Andues, though I rule a people who have long worshipped Nikkal-Rae. I am neither Valin nor Khemran. To the marbled courts and gardens of Salvation and Lux I do not belong. To the domes and colonnades of Khadon I am a stranger. But a cruel fate has not made me a cruel man. For I am bound to no course but my own, and have no cause but that which is right for all peoples, foremost my own.
Anabet was a mighty man, purposeful and proud. But he was cold to his people, so distant that he never took a wife, nor bore children. If Anabet were a proud and mighty king with strong heirs, it would have been good for me and mine to serve him. But he was not a mighty king. The noble blood of Khemri he hunted and killed. Lord Kyroth pierced by lance and arrow, Lord Makradi betrayed and murdered by those he considered his loyal retainers. These are but a few of the brave, honest men killed by the Pretender.
What comes now may seem worse. I am of mixed blood and a strange faith. At least, you might say to yourselves, Anabet was born and bred Khemran. What if this new ruler is a Valin tyrant who will destroy our faith and our gods? I will admit to being a Oneist, my subjects. And I truly love the Valin and Khemran people both. See now how we are intermingled: A Khemran Emperor has come to reign in a Valin city, and a half-Valin prince has been appointed to rule a Khemran land.
Just as Erias keeps his own faith while tolerating that of the Valin peoples, I do the same. Keep your faiths and traditions, keep Nikkal-Rae if you desire. It is my earnest wish that the Light of the One come upon Khemri and allow her to embrace her destiny. But what is Nikkal-Rae if not the One, incarnated in a form pleasing for the Khemran People? The Land of the Setting Sun must have a God of Light and Power, and Nikkal-Rae is that. But I am not Nikkal-Rae, nor am I a God, nor am I a King. I am simply Khoraeus, High Prince of those who will have me.
I make this Decree of Alexandria. Henceforth the Aegyptian Rite shall be the official religion of the court and of my heirs, but the people of Khemri are free to practice whichever faith pleases them most.
May the Light of the One and Nikkal-Rae, the Archos Aegyptos as we may now call him, be mingled and enlighten Khemran and Valin, Oneist and Anduist, in the bonds of peace and friendship, as long as we exist upon this earth. Let us together make this world anew, into the Paradise out of which we have been cast.
We will come to terms with a Khemri that is only that, Khemri. Lands shall be lost and sacrifices made, but in the end, we will have peace. No Valin enemies endlessly coming from the east to destroy our lands, no more wars of religion and hatred. Only peace, unity, and the fruits of fairness and equality. A new order now forms among the world, and Khemri shall join it. Not as first among equals, but as a partner.
Khemran, Valin, and any other. We are one. We are at peace.
High Prince Khoraeus of Khemri
